Nanoism

The tall emissary (blue scarred forehead, proof of rank) speaks Arabic and Bari; I neither.

Writes in Spokane: Richard Baldasty.  Spoken in Sudan: Bari.

I hand him the gun. A box of cartridges? I ask. One, he says. I hand him a box, but he shakes his head. Just one, he says.

Keith Lawrence thinks he is in Dublin, but isn’t sure. He didn’t realize there would be a test.

She told him to erase all traces of their affair. When she changed her mind and called back, he no longer recognized the ringtone.

Steven Saus writes, learns, publishes, injects people with radioactive stuff, and more.

She curled tighter on the floor holding the school picture, the only one she had.

Derek Dexheimer is making progress.

“Do you think they would have placed you with us…that we would have been allowed to adopt you if you hadn’t been a colored child?”

Ben Nightingale has written for Mendocino Review, Obsidian, and other publications.

They could never be married; their mom said no.

Sean Mackey thinks it’s like Washington always said: It ain’t over till it’s over.

Dear lonelyguy72, We are unable to display your meetpeople.net profile. We have reviewed it, and can find no photo of your erect penis.

James Hutchings mostly writes fantasy.

Ahmed paints a painting: a close-up of JFK’s face, pained, as he sucks a faceless woman’s breast. The title: Capitalism.

David Backer edits fictiondaily.org and blogs at davidbacker.com.

If only Barbara had shown young George the body of a dead soldier.

Michael Dean Anthony is a writer and editor who, in spare time, shakes his fist at passing motorists.

The Prodigal Son sighed. His family’s talk seemed so dull these days. He had nothing to share. He’d seen so much they hadn’t.

Sean Vivier is a teacher and writer from central Connecticut.